I wish you would get drunk

I wish you would get drunk

Cause

that’s the only time when

your guard seems to be down

and be open to the idea of me

 

I can at least hear from you,

maybe,

and know how you truly feel,

though it will be gone

like the alcohol in

your blood

 

Or maybe you would come raging at me

Kick me, slap me, cut me,

or at least scream at me

Come what may

but silence

 

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